The tyrant family read my heart and doted on me.

His fan can kill people, but few people can see it, Jiujiu is the first one.

Jiujiu didn't answer, but dragged Xie Youxian down the mountain in a hurry.

Dong Buhan didn't give up if he couldn't get the answer, and he chased Jiujiu along the way.

Jiujiu got on the carriage and continued on the road. He was still asking, and he always had a smiling face, as if he had inexhaustible enthusiasm.

It wasn't until a month later that the carriage arrived at the gate of the southern capital city and it was time to enter the city that it was not cold in winter, so I stopped being impatient.

Because Dong Buhan suddenly disappeared.

I don’t know why.

This person appeared suddenly and disappeared suddenly.

Jiujiu clicked his tongue a few times and didn't think much about it.

In the carriage, Nan Yuanxiang took several human skin masks and helped Ziyu put one on them. She also found it novel and put one on herself.

These days, she has become very skilled in how to put on human skin masks.

Her and Ziyu's human skin masks fit snugly, just like their real faces.

Moreover, she wanted Jiujiu to post it with her.

Because the human skin mask she put on, and the one she held in her hand to put on Jiujiu, were the faces of the twin sisters.

"Jiujiu, just stick close to me!"

"After we put it on, we will be very similar. When we meet each other, no one will say we are sisters."

"I want to be your sister."

Jiujiu: "..."

Beautiful girls are powerless.

Jiujiu didn't want to post it, she wanted to use her face to enter the southern capital, and she was still thinking about the scene when she met brother Di Jiang.

Although it is said that Brother Dijiang is already the king of the Southern Kingdom, it is unlikely that she will meet Brother Dijiang on the street, but what if?

What if she meets Brother Di Jiang when he goes out on patrol?

If she had put on a mask, Brother Dijiang would definitely not be able to recognize her.

She refused to post it.

But Nan Yuanxiang tried hard to get her to put it on. In the end, she couldn't bear Nan Yuanxiang's pleading and put on the human skin mask.

Jiujiu took a mirror and took a look. Her new face was pretty good-looking and fitted very snugly, but it was still not her face. She felt weird when she looked at it.

Nan Yuanxiang didn't find it strange. She still hugged Jiujiu's neck and asked Ziyu who was sitting opposite her with a smile, "Ziyu, look, do we look like twin sisters?"

Ziyu nodded repeatedly, "It's very similar."

"When others see the two young ladies, they will definitely think that they are biological sisters."

Nan Yuanxiang wanted to hear this. She was very happy to hear it, and the smile stayed on her face and did not disappear for a long time.

After the carriage entered the capital, it was time for dinner. Feng Yunyi found the best restaurant in the city and the group prepared to fill their stomachs first.

Jiujiu specially requested a private room facing the street, so everyone can eat while looking at the scenery outside the window.

While waiting for the food to be served, Jiujiu lay lazily by the window, blowing in the warm spring breeze, and said happily: "It's so comfortable!"

Ziyu poured her a cup of tea, took it forward and said, "Miss, I see your mouth is a little dry. Would you like a cup of tea to moisten it?"

On the other side, Nan Yuanxiang and Feng Yunyi were talking. Feng Yunyi poked Nan Yuanxiang's face and said, "Your new face is quite good-looking."

"Better looking than your original face."

"But I..." Before Feng Yunyi could say the words 'I like your original face better', she was chased and beaten by Nan Yuanxiang.

Jiujiu glanced at it with a smile, then took the tea handed to him by Ziyu and brought it to his mouth.

She was about to drink when she saw a gorgeous carriage passing by on the street.

And the person sitting on that carriage was none other than Di Jiang.

The carriage was not a carriage with all sides covered, but a carriage with all sides open and the situation outside could be seen, so Jiujiu could see clearly.

It’s Brother Dijiang.

Brother Di Jiang was dressed in black and sitting on a carriage, accompanied by many guards.

After not seeing each other for four years, brother Di Jiang has grown taller and more majestic, unlike when Xi Chu was a hostage, there was always a layer of depressed gray aura surrounding him.

Now he is a young king with high spirits. However, the coldness between his brows and eyes was the same as before. Even more so than before.

Di Jiang had just returned from worshiping in a temple outside the city and was escorted back to the palace by the imperial guards.

He closed his eyes and meditated all the way, but when the carriage passed Fuman Tower, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at the stairs.

He saw a beautiful girl leaning against the window on the second floor. She was wearing a fiery red dress just like his Jiujiu. Her whole body exuded a warm and beautiful atmosphere, just like the bright sunshine.

But he had no time to look at it. After just one glance, he withdrew his gaze.

No matter how much she looks like Jiujiu, she is not his Jiujiu.

And just at this glance, Jiujiu's heart trembled for some unknown reason, and the white porcelain cup in his hand suddenly loosened.

The white porcelain cup fell from her hand to the ground downstairs and broke.

All the water in the cup was spilled.

Fortunately no one was hit.

The tea did not spill on Di Jiang's carriage, but it was not far away from Di Jiang's carriage.

When the guards around the carriage heard the sound of cups breaking, they immediately pulled out the knives on their waists, looked around vigilantly, and loudly said: "Guard the driver, guard the driver."

The carriage also stopped.

Di Jiang looked at the broken teacup with a cold face, then raised his head again and looked at the girl leaning on the window above Fuman.

At this moment, his eyes were a little more murderous and vigilant than before.

The leader of the Imperial Guard, Gale Feng, who was beside the carriage, also held a long knife in his hand, pointed at Jiujiu who was leaning against the window, and said, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"Are you trying to harm our Majesty?"

Di Jiang has experienced this kind of little accident many times since he ascended the throne, not just this time.

And every small accident developed into a fatal assassination.

So it’s no wonder that everyone reacted so violently right now.

Just afraid of being assassinated again.

Jiujiu coughed twice and said, "That, that me, my hand slipped accidentally."

"Slippery hands? Really?" Gale looked at Jiujiu with suspicion and scolded Jiujiu, "Look, you are not a child anymore. How could you be such a big man and not be able to hold a cup steadily? Did it fall down from upstairs and break into pieces?"

"It was still broken when our Majesty passed by."

"It's really hard not to make people doubt your intentions."

"You have bad intentions."

As he spoke, Gao Feng motioned with his eyes to the two guards on the side to go up, take Jiujiu down, and take him to his death cell in the southern country for interrogation.

What was this person's purpose and what he wanted to do? Everything became clear after he was put on death row and tried.

Behind the carriage, Wu Zhaoli also rode a horse, took a few steps forward, and said respectfully to Di Jiang: "Your Majesty, this person dropped the cup for no reason. On the one hand, he offended the power of God, and on the other hand, he may have bad intentions. Your Majesty, It must be severely punished and must not be tolerated.”

"Your Majesty, the Saint of Mobei is right. This person must be severely punished to serve as a warning to others." Gale Feng also suggested.